Wednesday, 15 April 2015

The wind rises ...


 
I've recently watched a Japanese animated historical drama, The wind rises, based on the biography of Jiro Horikoshi, designer of the Mitsubishi A5M fighter aircraft, which was widely used in World War II.




Jiro Horikoshi as a student at Tokyo Imperial University





Having been universally acclaimed and awarded quite a few prizes this animated film is clearly thought provoking, as it goes way beyond the biopic it is meant to focus on.


Hayao Miyazaki who wrote the script based on a 1939 short novel by Hori Tatsuo and directed the film is known as often being "preocupied with absence, the value of things left behind and how ghosts of beautiful things are traced onto our memories" and I believe he managed to capture and put all of that in this biography oriented film, which otherwise might have been deprived of its beauty.
 
 































"Miyazaki's depth of imagination defies classification other than his own brilliancy" - Mina Chang
 
 
"Mr. Miyazaki renders Jiro's life and dreams with lyrical elegance and aching poignancy" - Nicolas Rapold - New York Times
 
 
 
 
 
 



 

Tuesday, 14 April 2015

My "childhood" revisited ... - The 11th of April 2015


Whenever I go to Figueira I try to get hold of what  little remains from my childhood, despite the fact that it is sometimes painful not to be able to "identify" what once was and no longer is.


 I was therefore quite surprised to come across two buildings which were "important" when I was a child and a young adolescent - one (on the left) because of having been the place where I had my first ballet lessons under the direction of a French ballet teacher married to a well known Portuguese orchestra conductor and music composer, Freitas Branco and the other (on the right), a former medical clinic where I dared visit an injured friend (of the male gender) without a chaperone, which was highly unacceptable at the time.














Heading towards the public park, the former townhall, now turned into a bank brought back some memories of the past - it marked the limit between the old and the new town and from that point onwards everything we, as young adolescents, were willing to go to - the tennis club which often held parties, the casino with its no less interesting balls, the long stretches of sand lined with little bars and cafés ..., to mention just a few. 









The memorial statues which once stood in the park were substituted by fairly modern ones, which I must say I quite liked (at least they were a lot more creative and colourful).












As Mia and I headed towards the main beach of Figueira we came across an old black and white photo of the lighthouse, which now stands in the middle of a street, miles away from the sea which once used to reach its fortress-like walls. 
















A few walking lanes and skate board areas have since then been "enbedded" in the scenario setting, so as to diminish the ever growing stretches of sand, resembling desert-like areas, which have entirely changed the previous layout of the coastal landscape. 
















Two huge paintings decorate the seafront walking lane from the small fishing harbour to the main beach. One, looking western Europe style influenced (its author may be from one of those countries ... I honestly don't know ...)  stood proudly against the sea and made quite an impression on me ... I simply loved it and felt it made a real difference in the whole sea front scenario. 
 
 
 































To the left, a small beach I used to take my children to whenever we spent our holidays in Figueira remained "untouched". 
















Having gone beyond the limit of Figueira and into Buarcos, a fishing village close by, we came across some of the "inventions" carried out by a former Mayor, which people still praise and take advantage of. A series of sports' courts along the beach, a savana-like area with a concert-like stage, as well as memorials to some of the outstanding figures of both Figueira and Buarcos.

















Once we reached the old centre of Buarcos marked by an old statue of the fisherman pulling the fishing nets, we sat at a Japanese restaurant (another novelty) along the beach awaiting my brother's arrival.
 
 









Soon after lunch we decided to drive to Quiaios, a mere 15 kilometres from Figueira, where we visited an old windmill (in need of repair) and one of the three existing lagoons - Lagoa da Vela, the one which is easily accessed. Like the other two it is surrounded by dense shrubbery and although I didn't recall having ever been there part of the landscape rang a bell, possibly based on previous descriptions made by my brother, who often rode there on his bicycle.

















Once we got back into town we decided to sit on a sea front café we used to go to in the past and be brought the same we used to have then, for old times'sake ...













 

Sunday, 12 April 2015

Family gathering for my mother's 92 year old birthday ...



Family gatherings are of utmost importance but more so when they involve a birthday of someone who turned ninety two years old and has always been the imposing and inspiring matriarchal figure of the family (even at a distance).
















Having had to fly and drive from various cities the three of us managed to gather at my mother's for her birthday for the first time in a long time. Arrangements were secretly made and kept (which in our family is rather difficult when it comes to anticipated surprises).


Around a  restaurant table facing the sea, (which has been an equally important factor in our lives) we spoke and let her speak of everything that has marked our now rather diminished family dynamics ... in a sequence of moments we will not forget for a long time ... (of that I am absolutely sure).